Spending time with old people is, generally speaking, uneventful and unfun. You may get a word of wisdom or two out of it, but that doesn’t usually happen during most interactions with them. My grandfather asked me to drive him to the public transportation office to renew his expired senior ID. When we got there, the office was packed – with smelly old people.

While I was waiting in line with my grandfather, my face alternating between wincing and pouting, an old man that was waiting behind me tapped me on my arm with his cane to get my attention.

“Too bad I don’t have a seat. Otherwise, I’d offer it to you. You’re nice to look at.”

We parked in an unfree parking garage. When I pulled up to the booth to pay, the booth personnel (not old) released the bar gate and told me how much my fare was.

“Because you’re beautiful, it’s free.”

I shouldn’t be so repulsed by these men who hit on me. After all, one's running out of time; the other works alone in a 3’ x 6’ booth all day. I must keep in mind that desperate times call for desperate measures.

Two years ago, I was in a similar position of desperation. For the first time in my life, I was without a female BFF. Accordingly, I sought out to fix that. On the market for a new BFF, I hit the bars. I met a girl who had cute shoes on. We got to talking and, I complimented her on her shoes, among the other things I said to her…